Wednesday, July 3, 2024

You eat fracture
You spend time
You fake fault
You wind for
You fighting whine
You basin knuckle
Faking it
All the time
Meter and rhyme
Metric lungs
Weight in spindles
Gorgeous wind
Fog at nighttime
Fog at the given
Log house model
You build with different women
Puzzles of faces
Of all our god nieces
I fresh out
I flesh out
I begin to
Not speak
Not a lizard sip
Not even a bit
Speaking to silence
To bland emotion
To regular motion
Regular reach
Regular walk
Not to the stilted , pigeon toed
Block
I reach few
I touch no one
I trend out
I pretend to speak
I eat to pretend
Into
I blend in
blue

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